A Tribe Called Hollow [ closed ]

Theocelese couldn't help but to give the Adjuchas some more scratches to her ears. Though he was quiet, he was thinking of the words she spoke and just how different the two were. Theocelese wasn't exactly someone who was gifted in the booksmarts department, but throw him into a scrap and he'd find any means to come out on top. Rather than plan out every single move and prepare for any situation that came from that one move alone, he knew of several "tricks" to get the upperhand someone else. "That is where you and I differ, Tahliah. I'm more of a...meet things head on to get them done. I always had a knack for taking a beating, and if you just didn't tire yourself outright from fighting me, you let me get too close. From either of our standpoints, we could consider one another a weak link. Buuut..." He paused to give her forehead a tap with his index finger. "If you and I were pitted against some Shinigami that posed a threat to us in our combined strength, were we to use your intelligence and my endurance properly, we would surely overcome them.

I do disagree with fearlessness. There is a time and a place for it, but there were many people in history that had that going for them and it put them in the grave. From soldiers bravely taking on enemies better trained and equiped, to slingers of six-shooters with britches too big for them, going around in life with the notion there is nothing to be afraid of is a foolish thing indeed. I'd suggest tapping into at appropriate times, but never living by that motto. I've been there, and it put me away. It's one of the few reasons I'm sitting here beside you as the being I am." The Arrancar let a little grin come across his face as he looked skyward. "Military greatness is just one way to bring fear to the Shinigami, Tahliah. When the enemy thinks you're just a savage monstrosity and you present them with civility, you present with the notion there are others just like you. When there are others just like you, you and them tend to stick together...that alone will make some of them unable to sleep at night. Just how many of us can come together? Five? Ten? A hundred? A thousand? All of the same mindset, and working towards that one goal we all have in common: To drive our blades deep in some Shinigami's gullet." Just as he finished speaking, a loud ringing noise came from his satchel. The Arrancar put up a hand to excuse himself and moved to dig for his phone. With a few muttered curses, Theocelese managed to open the thing up and answer it. The conversation itself consisted of a few words on his end, and when he was finished, he placed the device in his lap.

"Something has come up that requires my attention, Tahliah. I'd love to have another conversation with you again, if you'd feel inclined to as well. I know you did not seem fond of Las Noches, but I can assure you it is not what it once was. It is in need of some work, but it is my home none the less, and I would love to have your company again."

When their conversation finally ended with formal goodbye's and of course, another quick scratch of the ears, Theocelese would head back to his home.

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